Thursday, September 30, 2010

Up the Nose

I took a drink at work in front of my computer and immediately started coughing. Naturally, I wanted to save the computer from water damage and myself from embarrassment, so I kept my mouth shut. And where does the air and water get forced to when you do that? Straight up your nose. The burn!

Two Steps Back

When you see someone you know walking in front of you, just far enough away where you know they don't see you, but not too far away to yell a hello, do you yell hello? I mean, they'll never know you were there and it is kinda awkward to yell for attention. But then that super-nice part of you feels guilty for not saying hello. So what do you do? Be awkward or be guilty?

The X Factor

I have a dilemma.

Before you read this, know there is a lot of background I'm not sharing.

I have a certain individual, whom we will call X (not that kind of ex), in my life who out-right makes me uncomfortable, causes me a lot of emotional strife, and oozes negativity. X is caught up in a world self-pity/self-loathing, with little or no thought to how their actions impact others. Some might call it "blatant disregard." Most stories in X's presence are cut off with, "Well I blah blah blah." I recently learned that all this individual has shared with me regarding their past is false, although due to extremely sorrowful circumstances, X totally believes are truth.

Before I even knew X's name, X confronted me about not going out of my way to be their friend. I have no need to encounter them, so you'd have to be very observant and in want of my attention to even notice. When I do talk with X, I am kind and gentle and straight forward, although guarded.

Then there is the neediness issue. I hate to use this card, but when you can tell someone needs more than you have to give, and you don't even have time to adequately take care of your own needs (by choice, I'm not complaining), why would you willingly take on that friendship? Especially when you know it would be detrimental to your well-being. I don't have the time or emotional capacity to willingly put myself in that type of situation. Call me selfish, but I just can't do it and I don't want it.

The other day X confronted me about why I have not yet accepted a friend request on Facebook. At 8am on a Saturday morning (a mere 9 hours post-accusation), I found I had received a message saying , "Hey Hun. It's me, It still says pending, Why don't you add me okay?"

First of all, WHO/WHAT gave you the right to call me "Hun?" Second, WHY would you even want to be friends with someone you had to hunt down and demand to add you multiple times?

The thing is, I don't want X knowing anything about my personal life. Nothing. I don't feel safe with them knowing. This sounds very rude, but you all know you have encountered this type of situation at least once in your life, where there is this inexplicable feeling of knowing something is wrong.

What did I do? I ended up adding X, but on a very limited-profile basis. And you know what? He right away found the one medium I had not limited (chat) and said, "So I see you've added me, However, I can't see your wall, any photos or anything on your profile." I logged off.

Seriously?! It is called a "friend" request, not a "stalker" request.

Another of my friends asked why she felt so bad about this same situation and I responded something like, "We are taught to be Christ-like and we feel we need to show love and care and selflessness no matter what. We know how hard X has been working to overcome their past and want to give them the benefit of the doubt. However, this individual's behavior is destructive to our personalities." Sometimes, we have to put our own needs above those of others.

The clencher? I only have X in my life until mid-October. At which point I will likely never have another encounter.

I know I will be confronted yet again. I don't know what to do except pull that last mcmeanyface straw out and simply state I have no desire to be in contact in any way.

Any words of advice? I liken this to the story about the man carrying the serpent down the mountain and then the serpent biting the man. We should not knowingly walk into a situation we know is poison, no matter how much pity or guilt we feel.

Wednesday, September 29, 2010

I'd Like to Buy the World a Coke

Align CenterI am in love. With the new Coke Freestyle.

I first encountered CF a few weeks ago at a MegaPlex theater. Not only did I get suckered into trying some of these 116 flavors, I ended up being so excited about it that a friend bought me the special refillable- for -$1 mug they offer (much better than the theater's usual $4 charge).

Last night I was leaving the Century 16 in Fort Union and witnessed a beautiful birth. There they were - two brand-spankin'-new Coke Freestyle's freshly delivered from the multiple Coke trucks outside. I almost jumped in the truck and made my accomplice take my photo.

I'm anticipating the day when these become the standard soda fountains. You can view locations here. I hope you enjoy Coke Freestyle as much as I do!


I very often read or hear sentiments such as: "I got brave and cut my hair."
Does that mean that all of those with long, luscious locks are not simply sporting the 'do best for them, but are in reality cowards?
Would that I had known all these years...

Tuesday, September 28, 2010

Facebook Letter Writers

Dear everyone who writes letters to non-human entities/concepts/illnesses, etc. on Facebook,

Knock if off!

I hate to tell you, but your cold isn't going to log in to Facebook. I'd be concerned for more than one reason if it did. And even then, it wouldn't listen to your woeful plea to leave you alone - viruses and bacteria love hanging out with us.

And the term paper? Yeah...if it responds to your complaint, I'd love to be the first in line for the movie rights.

But really - what is the point of all of these letters? They simply do not make any intelligible sense to me and the originality/creativity has long fallen to the wayside.

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Take Me As I Am

I was having a heart-felt conversation the other night with a dear friend who recently ended a relationship.

The discussion was regarding how he loved 100% of the other. Of course he knew of plenty of flaws, but he loved even those because when you take them away, who knows what will replace those things, possibly eliminating what made that person whom you loved. He went on a tangent about how the United States government knows how to eradicate mosquitoes, but won't because they don't know what will replace them. Interesting concept.

This caused quite a deep reflection on my part.

As a perfectionist, I am constantly looking at ways to improve myself, thus constantly seeing ways others can improve themselves. I honestly don't feel I am being a "fault finder" - I simply see ways that will help a person be the best person they can be. And I don't understand when they won't take the necessary steps or find the motivation to consistently grow. But there's another problem. What I see is who I think is the best person they can be - not the best they feel they can be. Maybe they are doing all they can already and I am unaware. Motivation truly is a gift...a blessing...a skill.

What mosquitoes have I innocently suggested to eradicate in those I love because I see how it will improve them, yet I never consider how it will change their entire person? I struggle to find the balance in perception between supporting/inspiring a person to be the best they can and "eradicating mosquitoes."

Monday, September 27, 2010

Raccoon Chase

Saturday night I found myself enthralled in conversation with some fellow cast members until 2:30am. I had similarly stayed out with a different group of cast members/other folks until 2:30am on Friday night and returned home around 3 in the most uneventful of manners.

But Saturday was different. I heard rustling in the bushes/tree area between the bridges leading to my building and another. My imagination ran amuck.

"That man hiding in the bushes sure is noisy. How am I going to defend myself?"

Then I see the dark shape rise from behind the power generator and stop at about 2.5 or 3 feet high. A familiar masked face from my youth leered at me. Then his littler buddy poked his head out of the front of the bushes. A masked coon is much better than a masked man and I know those boogers are more afraid of me than I am of them, so I breathed a sigh of relief and continued on my way.

Upon reaching the first part of my bridge I stopped to take a gander at my new friends. I love close encounters with nature. Big guy had made his way exactly opposite me on the neighboring bridge and stood on his hind legs again, equally enthralled with watching me.

Then it happened.

He took off back towards the generators and around onto my bridge. I echoed his sentiment and took off running the opposite direction. I stopped as I reached the landing on the opposite side of the bridge and looked back. There he was, standing...staring. As soon as he realized I stopped, he took off after me again. I hurled myself down the stairs faster than I ever thought possible. I also always wondered, if I were being chased, how quickly I could get into my apartment with all those nerves flying. Ends up I can manage pretty well. No rabies shots for me! (and when I said I want men chasing after me, this is not what I meant...)

Friday, September 24, 2010


I have always lived by the motto that a lie is never appropriate. If someone straight-up asks me a question, I will straight up answer. Be careful how you word your questions though, because I can dodge artfully.

I recently find myself wondering, are there situations when it is appropriate to lie? I'm not talking about Santa or E. Bunny.

For instance, let's say there is a young man I fancy and we become close and decide it is time for a good cuddle or a smooch. Isn't that my own private business? If some nosy individual asks if I have kissed him, isn't it my own prerogative to keep that between lucky young man and myself?
That scenario being posed, I am not currently in this situation, so don't think this is some scandalous, juicy confession.

Is it okay to lie simply to protect my private life?

*Side note - I was proofreading this and realized I had typed, "I recently found myself wonderful." (instead of wondering) Whoops!

Thursday, September 23, 2010


Last month I was bummed because my skin was acting up more than it had since I was 15. The nerve! Due to my sensitive state of mind, I paid close attention to the skin of those around me and I came to one conclusion:
No matter how bad a day my skin is having, woman skin is much prettier, softer, smoother and less porous than almost any man's skin on it's best day.


As an active person (although lusciously curvaceous, lots of meat still on these bones), I must look like the priest of the church o' Gym because I've received quite a few fitness confessionals. I've heard some doozies of excuses as to why an individual just cannot dedicate themselves to fitness at a certain time.

I have a friend, who will remain anonymous but his name starts with a 'B' and ends with an 'art' Seeley,' who often marvels at the workings of women's minds.

The question? If a woman says she knows the reason she feels crumby health-wise or the reason men aren't asking her out is because she isn't fit enough, why doesn't she simply make the necessary adjustments?

I echo his sentiment. I mean, yes, it is a very sad state the world has come to that we are superficial and desire to actually be physically attracted to a potential mate, but I digress.

He has watched me from the unhealthiest/least fit (clinically obese) point in my life through these past 6 years to the most fit point of my life. He has come to the conclusion that I have the right to speak out and tell ladies to kick their butts into gear and what the reasons for this or that are because I have actually been there - at both ends of the spectrum. I know how hard lifestyle changes can be.

A lot of women get into conversations with me about fitness because they know where I've come from or, if they don't, they see me attending the gym daily or eating mostly healthy (I talk more about yummy food than I actually eat it) or talking about some fitness thing I was doing.
They come to me for advice, and then give me excuses. I'd like to share with you some of the best.
1. Well, I am really unhealthy and know I need to get in shape more, but I've already had my wedding dress fitted and the wedding is in three months, so I better stay the same size.
- I am baffled. Wouldn't you want to look better for your wedding night? And unless you lost tons of weight, it wouldn't make too big of a difference with your dress
2. I want to eat healthier, but I don't like any fruits or vegetables. I don't like any baked (instead of fried) products. I guess since I don't like any of those foods, I'll just have to keep eating bad.
- And you think my passion for whole grains and veggie burgers happened over night?
3. I'm just too tired to exercise before work or after work.
- Did you know that exercise actually gives you more energy and helps you sleep better? You don't think I'm tired?
4. I don't have enough time.
- What, you can't watch "Biggest Loser" on the gym TVs instead of at home? "Gossip Girl" is more important than your health?
-Even when I am gone from 7:30am-11pm, I find a half hour at lunch break or somewhere - seriously, make it a priority and you will always find a way.
5. I just love sweets too much.
- So do I. I save one day per week where I can eat all the sweets I want and this gives me the will to make it through
6. A big part of my social life is going out to eat with friends.
-They don't have veggies at this place? Or Diet Coke? Eat before you go and just get a beverage or fruit plate - it's cheaper and healthier.

Hot Meal

The more I eat the way I am supposed to, the more I have come to realize that there is nothing quite like a hot meal. I always thought it was silly when I heard old ladies say, "Be sure to eat a hot lunch/breakfast/etc." But it is true! I can almost feel the warmth of the food working magic to warm my soul.

Tuesday, September 21, 2010

Thirty, Flirty, and Thriving

Did I really just type that as my subject? Cheesetastic.

I have wonderful friends who amazed and surprised me in many ways this past weekend. Seriously. The Best. Ever.

The celebration actually started on Wednesday when a friend more excited for my birthday than myself couldn't wait to bring me my gift - a ClearPlay! Edited movies galore, come to mama.

Friday I went into work for six hours and my co-workers had a beautiful presentation of my favorite brownies, a nice lunch, balloons and a gift card all ready for me.

Saturday night, my friend and former roommate, Katie, drove in from Logan to see my show and spend the night with me, providing breakfast Sunday morning on the balcony. Nothing like the joy of falling asleep while having quality conversation.

Sunday I arrived at church to be mysteriously greeted with wishes for a happy birthday from people who would never have just known, so I grew a little suspicious. I knew I hadn't talked much about it, posted anything on Facebook, nor did I mention anything on this blog since a month ago. Sure enough, Sunday night people started filing into my apartment. I hear there were several conspirators: 4-month roomie, mini-cake maker and Friends DVD bringer, perhaps? I love you all.

Monday morning I opened my package from my parents in Ohio- a diamond necklace in the shape of a star! They wrote that the necklace reminded them of how, growing up, I used to always say, "Shoot for the moon and even if you miss you'll end up among the stars." They are proud of how far I've come and called me their star:-) Giggle if you will. I did. They also sent a healthy check that I am very eager to contribute towards some selfish cause.

Every year since I have become un-obese I have opted to run five miles in under an hour on my birthday simply because I can. This year I wanted, more than anything, to run, but didn't know if I could/should because of my recent illness. A new digit at the front of one's age is a huge milestone and so is maintaining healthiness after all these years. I decided I'd try and if I felt my body object, I'd wait until Saturday. Mile one, not so bad. Two? Not bad. I ended up not feeling any grief at all until mile 3.5. I ended up finishing all five in under 50 minutes - not bad for a sicky who had to skip the gym 3 days last week! And all the running helped clear out my lungs! I headed straight to lunch with one of my besties at the bestest of places - Sweet Tomatoes.

I went home to recover from my run by sitting in my shiatsu chair and painting my toenails while watching the episode of Friends where they all turn thirty. After a petite nap and a quick trip to Roxberry, I headed to the theater to be surprised with the most precious birthday cupcakes, some Reese's and a theatrical, boisterous rendition of "Happy Birthday." I especially enjoyed the part where my director demanded to see my license because there was no way I was older than 23. And special thanks to my handsome Shoeless trio for practicing "picking up on me" a few times:-)

Then the icing on this scrumptious birthday cake - my fan club...Megan and Julie...wearing official fan club shirts with my photo silk-screened on the back. I laughed, I loved, I blushed:-) The entire cast couldn't stop talking about how great my friends are and I concur!

Speaking of casts and friends - the sprinkles on the cake were concluding my night with two of my "Birdies" (Bekah and J!) coming to my show and treating me to Leatherby's and delightful conversation.

My heart is filled with joy. I love you all. I have better friends than I deserve!

There are many more photos on Facebook - the below are just a sampling


I've been ill and lost my voice. Not completely, but I lost my voice and it turned into this manly, sultry sound.
After Sunday school, I tapped on my friend's shoulder and said his name to start congratulating him on another great lesson.
He turned around, let a shocked look emerge and just started laughing.
I looked behind me, beside me, in front of me - couldn't figure out what was so funny.
So I asked.
His answer?
"I thought you were a man."

Friday, September 17, 2010

Pink Sugar

One of the many "oops's" I have never confessed was that one week earlier this year I decided to get a new perfume. You know, one of those fleeting moments where you are under some delusion that life will totally change and become exotic if you smell different. Well, I found some I liked, got on Ebay and bid on all of them. Little did I know I'd end up winning most of those auctions. Who knew a $16 bid would get you a $54-$96 bottle?
I've tried them all in the presence of men. I'm averse to base-note florals or really perfume-y smells, but so are most men, so that works out well. I love a few of them, but these men seem to particularly love one of them.
What is it? Aquolina's Pink Sugar. I think it smells mostly like cotton candy and quite a few women believe it is too teenager-ish of a smell. But let me tell you, I've had strange men approach me to tell me I smell good, I've had several men at social activities sidle up next to me to the point of being creepy (but I still love you!), and it just makes me happy when I catch a whiff. I shouldn't give away my secret, but there you go ladies - go get 'em!

Bergamot, Sicilian Orange, Raspberry, Fig Leaves, Lily of the Valley, Licorice, Strawberry, Red Fruit, Cotton Candy, Vanilla, Caramel, Musk, Wood, Powder

Thursday, September 16, 2010

Little Mermaid

I woke up this morning with no voice. I didn't even have to make a deal with a sea witch! I did miss out on a wicked song and dance number though.
This has been three days coming and now it has come to a head. Speaking of heads, mine is splitting.
Hopefully with some help of antibiotics that neither make me scuttle or flounder, I can knock this enough to squawk through my song at tomorrow night's show.
All I want is for Prince Eric (or whatever your name may be...) to come tickle my back until I fall asleep. Illness makes me long for and say the darndest things and gives me ijustwannabehelditis. So does medication. Maybe I shouldn't blog at midnight while ill on medication?
Pray for me!

Wednesday, September 15, 2010


Am I evil because I do not like the sound of screaming babies?
I've blogged about this before.
But really, last week I heard a baby crying in my office and my co-worker excitedly said, "Is there a baby in the office?" To which I responded in a neutral tone, "Someone has a baby here." To which she immediately criticized my "attitude" about children and said I probably should never have them.
Correct me if I'm wrong, your own children are entirely different than someone else's. I have no doubt I'll want them someday, that day just isn't today.
And why yearn for something I cannot have? A baby or a family is far from being an option for me right now, so why does it even matter?


I know this sounds simply awful, but I don't really care.
Do you ever listen to someone lamenting about their self-inflicted problems and think, "Well this certainly isn't going to accomplish anything?"
I LOVE people. That's why I will offer you solutions. If you don't take them (or one offered from another - you have to choose your best option), then shoosh up with your whining. If I have no solutions or you really just need someone with whom to cry, I will gladly be there. However, typically an individual is coming to me knowing I've experienced something for which I can offer a viable gem of wisdom.
I cannot relay how hard of a time I have being tolerant for people who are upset about things but won't take action on the solutions. Just fix the problem and quit wasting your time/emotions and others'.

Tuesday, September 14, 2010

Theater A.D.D.

When you are part of a production, you have some down time, but not a lot. If you start a conversation in this down time, the chances of you getting called to the stage or hearing your cue are pretty high, in which case you need to bust your bottom to get there as quickly as humanly possible. This means we are all pretty used to dropping a conversation mid-sentence and running off.
The bad thing is that I've started doing that in other social settings. Perhaps someone is talking and I hear something else that catches my I wander. Oops. Gotta work on that.

Monday, September 13, 2010

I Got Reviewed!

Opening Night of Damn Yankees was this past Friday. *Gulp*

Yes, there were the typical opening night blunders, but overall I felt pretty pleased with what happened, especially considering where we were just 6 days beforehand. I would have loved another three weeks of rehearsal, but the schedule is set and you have to go with it.

Anyway, I feel like screaming, "They liked me! They really liked me!"

I found a review online this morning. Granted, the overall show review is not one I am particularly proud of, but I am proud of my individual performance review, and the fact that it was "surprising:"

"In a surprisingly stand-out performance was Larissa Villers as our nosy, investigative reporter Gloria Thorpe. This character has conviction, tenacity, sass, and skills. I never doubted her. She picked up the slack in the scenes she was in, and compensated for the other actors lack of conviction. I give Ms. Villers two thumbs,way up!"

Moments like this make all those hours of sweat and tears totally worth it! :-)

Friday, September 10, 2010

Damn Yankees Opening Night!

It's Opening Night!

Is the world ready for my debut as Gloria Thorpe?

We run from September 10th to October 16th. There are 18 performances so plenty of chances to come out and see it.

Performances are every Monday, Friday, and Saturday evening at 7:30, and a matinee on October 16 at 2:30.

Tickets are $11 Friday and Saturday evenings and $9 Monday evenings and matinees.

You can purchase/reserve tickets online at or call the box office to reserve seats at 801-347-7373. You can also purchase tickets at the door (box office opens at 7pm).

Empress Theatre: 9104 West 2700 South Magna, UT


Love is a choice.
Some decisions are easier to make than others.

Thursday, September 9, 2010


I had to cut my little fingernails down to the nubbins and it is driving me bonkers. No scratching, no opening packages, no picking at really is frustrating!


I used to have a friend, we'll call her Victoria, and she kept her Secrets quite well if you know what I mean.
Victoria decided to redesign her classic collection Secrets about a year ago and I couldn't be more displeased. I've faithfully relied on her for 10+ years. I've run miles and miles without a single desire to pull her Secrets apart from my assets. She has such delectable taste in design, but I have attempted 12 of her new Secrets, 12 expensive secrets, 12 trials of wedge-free existence with her, and I can't seem to make it work. Argh.
I have come to the conclusion that me and my ghetto bootster must part ways with Victoria (photo evidence below). What is a girl to do? Where do I start the quest for a new secret-sharer who won't have me picking at her all the day long? Suggestions?

Wednesday, September 8, 2010

Dormant Volcano

Do we all have a dormant volcano of issues inside of us waiting to erupt?

I didn't realize I did until last night. My character is a woman in a man's world in 1958. I had this grand vision of how she is this beautiful, sophisticated woman who dresses to the nine's and is a single working girl because she chooses to be that way. She is stern because she wants to do a man's job, not because she is bitter. My vision did not align with those making the big decisions. I put on my costume and started crying...not just crying...I mean had to excuse myself to the restroom and was leaking for 15 minutes kind of crying.

What the?

Who do I think I am?

One, I have NO excuse to act that way, how could I embarrass myself and burn bridges so? If I start crying over something as silly as a costume, then what director or costumer is ever going to want to work with me?

Two, I honestly felt I had no control over my reaction, it was the strangest thing. I felt as if the room were spinning. I think I'm at my wit's end. I have never even cried at a movie! But last week I wanted a certain morsel from a certain food place and when I couldn't find said food place I almost started crying. Exhaustion? Is this the source of my new found insanity?

Three, I am a fixer, so I had to figure out what broke. Back in the day when I was, umm...heartier...I wore business suits and long, loose skirts a lot. I have shrunk substantially over the past few years and out with the fat went the suits and skirts. Out went the over-sized, over-conservative clothes. Every time I get dolled up now, I have the exact outfits to hug every curve just right to accentuate my hourglass figure. I think I had flashbacks - you know, triggers? How a certain smell will take you to a long lost memory? Same difference. I put on a somewhat loose suit jacket and big, long skirt and had flashbacks from H-E-double hockey sticks. I really did appreciate the gasps of shock when I tearfully confessed, "I used to be obese."

Four, I do have to say there is a lovely little number I get to wear for my big courtroom scene. Pink and shiny. Of course I love it.

I feel so embarrassed. I had two complete strangers giving me hugs and comforting me. Over the silliest thing! I'm not that girl! I am not a crier! I need to write them and the costumer thank you cards. I hope people realize I just spazzed, otherwise they'll think I'm a diva. And I'm so not:-(

I think my dormant volcano of emotion erupted.

Tuesday, September 7, 2010

Shout Out to Kevin Taylor

My bestie, Megan, married Kevin, the sweetest man a girl could ever wish upon one of her friends. Every time anything traumatic happens in the lives of any of Megan's friends, Kevin selflessly offers up some of his airline employee buddy passes. I had two of the best vacations of my life (Hawaii and San Fran) last year, all thanks to Kev.
Kevin even remembered I had a goal to visit all 50 states before I turned 30 and made sure I hit my 50th state.
So what are some more things I love about Kevin? Here are ten:
1. He treats Megs right
2. He loves Megan's friends just because she loves us
3. He goes out of his way to make sure people are taken care of
4. He loves to tell stories
5. He puts up with all of us on way too little sleep and way too much hyper-ness
6. He worries about all of us and is very sensitive to our situations
7. He's a great daddy
8. He is respectful to everyone and everything
9. He remembers things! If I tell him a story and don't see him til 3 months later, he asks for an update
10. I'm sure he gets mad eventually, but he is the most patient, even-tempered man I have ever met

We love you, Kev!!!

Friday, September 3, 2010

Working Girl

Thinking of my friend Sandy, whom I mentioned in the post prior to this, brought on a bought of reminiscing and the ear worm from Annie, "♩♪♫♬ dumb dog, why are you following me?♩♪♫♬ ." (Sandy, please don't hate me for never giving up taunting you with that song)
One summer evening, she and I sat in her house between the TV and her room after a late night X-Files rendezvous with Fox Mulder and Dana Scully talking about how we were going to grow up and be single powerful business ladies and live together. She now lives with her wonderful husband in a town in the middle of nowhere.
Love changes so much in our lives:-) Definitely worth it, but I find myself fighting my innermost desires - knowing I would follow the right man to the ends of the earth (as he would do for me), yet not wanting to let go of this wonderful life I have established as a single, independent woman.
I guess all I can say is what so many others have told me before - you'll know when the time has come and you will never question the decision.

Live to Work

My friend Sandy had an inspirational post that made my mind wander.

I have never had the "live to work" kind of a job. My work is fulfilling enough and I will do whatever it takes to complete projects well, don't get me wrong, it is just that I can't think of anything I'd love to do so much that I would sacrifice my "play" time - that I would love work more than anything else. I am a work to live gal - I need balance.

That brings to mind the same sentiment found in asking, "Is it better to have loved and lost or never to have loved at all?" I am grateful with my experiences in love, however that love and the intensity of losing the love were about equal. If I had never loved at all, I'd never know what I was missing - which is good and bad, I suppose.


Thursday, September 2, 2010


Onesy is my little one-legged duck friend in the pond/stream I overlook from my balcony. I'm not sure what happened to her, as she started her life with two legs. She is an inspiration. All the other ducks waddle about and she does this little hop/scoot thing. They band together and help her out.
And does a one-legged duck swim in a circle? Nope! But I can always tell which one is her because she has to curve her tail-end in a strange way to balance out so she doesn't swim in a circle:-)
I keep trying to capture a good picture of her, but she's too quick for me.